American River Review 2022 - copy - Flipbook - Page 26
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By Julie Schober
I fell from grief with my snowshoes
on.
My stepfather reached for my embrace
comforting words, and then,
“Get the fuck off me! Fuck you!”
I searched, grieved.
Let my fire roar!
I saw monsters in shadows
While I wished for angels in the
snow.
My tether to entropy twisted and
tugged
And all I wanted
Was his embrace.
But I was let loose,
And I fell.
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